Frankie She was a fine lookin woman had a man named Johnny And she loved him She bought him a car and a suit of clothes Oh to see them Walkin arm-in-arm down along Can*l Street Frankie loved Johnny, Lord, everybody knows Well Frankie She came home one evening just a little bit early and she thought Im gonna stop at the corner for a bottle of beer So she stopped there and she told her troubles to the fat bartender Said, Tell me, Fat Daddy, has my lovin Johnny man been here? He said, Frankie, Well Im awful sorry you asked me that question You know Im about as honest as man can be I saw Johnny . . . he was a walkin down Main and a-feelin no pain Just a slippin and a slidin with a gal named Annabel Lee Well Frankie Said, Oh, no, no, well, it cant be so, because I know. . I know my lovin man wouldnt do me wrong So she sat there. . . had a few more beers, shed a few more tears Said, Im the best woman that scoundrel ever had Then Frankie She got into a taxi and she said to the driver, said Listen, dont you stop for nothin on the way down town Ive got a 45 here and Im makin it clear Im lookin for the man whos givin me the runaround Well, Frankie, she got out on south Clark Street, looked in the window And she saw . . . she saw Johnny and Annabel swingin there So Frankie . . . she took deadly aim in that deadly game She shot her man in the middle of his big affair Now youve heard Youve heard the story bout Frankie and her man named Johnny And you know that was a game should have never been played And the moral of this sad tale, Im a tellin you If youre gonna fool around then you better pull the shades If youre gonna fool around then you better pull the shades